Ava’s POV

The dungeon air felt heavier than usual tonight, one could smell the thick air with the scent of aged leather, polished wood, and a faint trace of musk that always seemed to cling to these walls.

I knelt naked in the center of the room as I was instructed, my forehead pressed to the cool concrete floor, while my knees aced slightly against the hard surface.

The leather collar around my throat felt warm from my own skin, a constant gentle pressure that made every swallow noticeable. My pussy already throbbed with anticipation, a slick trail of arousal slowly dripping down my inner thigh onto the floor beneath...